oh and

this morning. i stepped, barefoot, in my carpeted room, on barf. when i walked out onto the porch i saw an empty 24 pack of negro modello, 12 pack of pacifico, handle of seagrams vodka, handle of parrot bay rum, 2 liter bottle of amber mist. i walked back inside, where shane was sitting up in bed wearing orange and blue patterned boxers, with jeanette completley passed out next to him. i said "shane. did you barf on my floor? because i stepped on it this morning." he looked at me, opened and closed his mouth, slowly laid back down on the bed, shutting his eyes.