Louis XIV

So I saw this Painting at the Getty yesterday...I saw IT! It was seriously about 10 feet tall and 6 feet wide. It was bigger than Gilmore's underpants!(keepn' you in check old boy) I hope to have some of my Getty photos up soon, so keep your eyes peeled.
In other news, there is an 18-year old who is way up on my Jammie. Big deal, I should be used to that you say, but she works at bloomingdales and is always giving me these 'sexy' looks when she walks through my area. I'll be honest with you, she's smokin' hot, but c'mon...she's 18. Everytime she talks to me about 'hanging out' later, and about how "she just doesn't know what she's going to do alone tonight" All I can think about is how she was in 8th grade when I graduated from highschool. Everytime she gives me a look all I see is Tom Anderson's little sister...This isn't Viet Nam, there are rules.
I have an obsession with wobblers. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the craze that is sweeping my apartment (or are just cooler than me), wobblers are pretty much Weebles that Disney ripped off the concept for, and slapped different characters on. There are 50 different wobblers each featuring a Disney Cartoon personality of some sort to commenorate the 50th aniversery or something. Aren't you supposed to get gold for your 50th or something...boy, Disney really took it up a notch and skipped the gold/platinum and went straight to the wobblers...oh who am I kidding, I buy the big friggin' box of Frosted Flakes just to get my hands on 'em. (I think I got like 8 already)
I talked to Brittney tonight for the first time since our "falling apart". It was akward in that I still like her, but I'm glad I actually don't like her. Hmmm. That makes about as much sense as glasses on a cat-fish. Well, after that comment I guess I'm going to go pan-handle for gold. 5:30 comes around so fast.