tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49315878432207698092011-08-22T09:10:51.107-07:00What did you just say?Chaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215492506128389577noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931587843220769809.post-51623268837796029402008-11-23T18:49:00.000-08:002008-11-24T10:50:21.828-08:00

When you grow up in a big city like San Francisco, you have so many options to celebrating each and every occasion you can think of. Wedding? Funeral? Boyfriend broke up with you? Didn't go home with that guy last night for once? There is a venue and/or a party for all of them. Hell, even a few weeks ago when Yelp put on a big event at the Contemporary Jewish Museum for a fashion show showing

Chaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215492506128389577noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931587843220769809.post-54602823257940447782008-11-11T13:45:00.000-08:002008-11-12T16:11:10.765-08:00

Food and Chaime go together like ice cream and mustard- most people will recoil and cringe, but chances are you're going to meet someone who enjoys it just as much as you do and you'll both live happily ever after in fairy tale land. Until then, however, I particularly enjoy dates that do not involve food because it lessens my chances to embarrass myself through a combination of food choices and

Chaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215492506128389577noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931587843220769809.post-51083693128806147672008-11-10T09:53:00.000-08:002008-11-10T10:43:55.639-08:00

At work, I am the office bitch. I take care of all the menial tasks that no one else wants to deal with; answering phones, fixing the copiers, cleaning the broken wine glass from the bottom of the dishwasher because some stupid asshole doesn't know how to load them even though they're married and over the age of 30...those kind of things. Don't get me wrong I love my coworkers, but sometimes I

Chaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215492506128389577noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931587843220769809.post-86248698063150283002008-11-05T00:55:00.000-08:002008-11-09T13:22:33.323-08:00

Men are odd creatures. For the most part, they are indecisive and want what they want at the exact moment they want it. Then it's over. Kind of like sex with most the guys I've been with. IRRITATING.Notwithstanding, I have noticed that men can be incredibly clever. Despite their faults, they have a great way of manuvering things to go their direction. My brother, for example, is wonderfully witty

Chaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215492506128389577noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931587843220769809.post-68100757207692161142008-10-28T15:47:00.000-07:002008-10-29T14:00:25.720-07:00

I hate my phone. There, I said it. The little demon is also known as the Chocolate LG from Verizon, and there is a theory that the company puts out a shit phone to purposefully break down once every 9-11 months, thus forcing you to replace it or buy their insurance protection plan. Am I going to get sued because of this post? If anything, I should be suing them for the awkward moments their

Chaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215492506128389577noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931587843220769809.post-86503936474224931862008-10-20T09:57:00.001-07:002008-10-28T15:46:03.117-07:00

One of these days I'm going to learn that my personality + alcohol don't mix in a group of more than one person (myself). While becoming an alcoholic usually means you're by yourself, I'm sure more than most of the people I have been around will agree that it's something I should do more often because of my potential behavior. I don't warn new friends, dates, or anyone else for that matter,

Chaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215492506128389577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931587843220769809.post-73052342757709931282008-10-16T16:47:00.000-07:002008-10-16T17:21:12.229-07:00

I firmly believe in the whole "reaction to every action" theory out there. I say this because it seems as though whenever I suddenly become single, my dating life transforms into this major awkward hell-fire before settling down again. Having been in [any] previous relationship that allowed for you to be yourself, it's a bit hard to stay mysterious for the lucky first few dates you go on. I'm

Chaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215492506128389577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931587843220769809.post-23918228154678951102008-10-13T21:04:00.001-07:002008-10-16T13:21:58.785-07:00

These days, everything is a joke to me. No matter how weird, un-amusing, un-funny, awkward the jokes are, more than likely I have either a) made them, or b) laughed at them. Oh, I'm sorry--we're you being serious about that? Let me just finish laughing...This has created some awkward moments, in all aspects of my life. However, there are some ground rules as to what taboo topics are fine and

Chaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215492506128389577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931587843220769809.post-33310782975834545422008-10-13T15:11:00.000-07:002008-10-14T12:10:09.177-07:00

"So, I..uh...heard you recycle boys.", he said to me as our conversation came to a standstill. Already two minutes into drinks at a kareoke bar in Nob Hill, and I was already regretting being set up by two mutual friends of ours. I just stood there, thanking the diety I believe in that the bar was not only dark, but loud as hell so he couldn't hear me mumbling, "Oh. My. God."To be fair, I was

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