Life without Shloer: Day 1
General By Al - March 2nd, 2006Well, I’ve been officially off Shloer and all other fizzy, caffeine-infused drinks. And it’s tough. Really tough. But do you know what’s tougher? Trying to balance a fully-grown adult rhino on one finger. But I’m not balancing rhinos am I? No – I’m trying to not drink Shloer, and trying to not drink something that you’re very fond of drinking is not easy.
I need to find a Shloerolics Anonymous.
I figured that giving myself a detox from caffeine and the sugar that you get in fizzy drinks for lent would do me good. I thought that it would be easy. I thought I could last without their wonderful bubbly goodness. I think I might have a drinking problem…
I’ve not given in, and I’m strong enough not to. But it’s amazing how long you can last without drinking a drink compared to knowing that you’re not allowed to drink it. For now, I’m reduced to drinking mineral water and trying to figure out what’s happened to all my socks.
Seriously – I don’t know how it happens but eventually a socks lifespan will run out. Take my blue socks for instance. I bought them a long time ago. I wore them, more than once. I washed them, then wore them again. I wore other socks, but at some point during the month I would be back in my blue socks – especially as they were sometimes used as my work socks when I was out of black socks. But one day one of the socks became seperated from the other blue sock. It just left and went to who knows where? And the other sock is left alone, in the sock drawer, with no-one to be worn with other than the white socks which make it look out of place.
And the same thing has happened to virtually every single sock in my sock drawer. I’m down to my Tigger socks, and then once one Tigger bounces away, then I’ll only be left with one Tigger sock.
I think that all socks should have a built-in GPS tracking system so that we can find out where all these socks leave to. I mean c’mon – it’s rediculous! The sock divorce rate is higher than that of the human divorce rate – and that’s a very big rate!
I just wish that all socks could be happy together as a pair. Ya know?
I think Shloer withdrawal is probably going to start kicking in soon…


Slipped in snow. Hurt my leg. Hobbled to the tube station. Missed my train. Damn you snow!
Why is season 7 of ds9 so shit, you were doing so well!
This is awesome:
Wow, @zavvi is pretty useless, they sent a £70 item wrapped in a thin bag! Let's see if their customer service is any good.
@ | March 2nd, 2006 at 1:17 am
Maybe the washing machine ate your socks, they have a tendancy todo that ya know
@ | March 2nd, 2006 at 2:29 am
omg i totally agree with you. like, i have pretty much given up trying to match socks together (they are all white anyway)… i do not know what happens to them all. I really think the washing machine does eat them ^
@ | March 2nd, 2006 at 12:43 pm
they do!! i have proof too, my washing machine is a bit cocky, so it thinks its cool to chew my socks, but not completely eat them, then it waits and watches as i discover my murdered socks!! :’(
it likes to show me whos boss you see, and it knows that i know it can move onto my more treasured items…eeep
@ | March 2nd, 2006 at 12:44 pm
ps, anyone wishing to enrol onto my adult rhino balancing class, are most welcome
@ | March 2nd, 2006 at 3:38 pm
Just do what i do, just have loads and loads and loads of the same kind of socks
Gets rid off the middle man (ie sock matching)