100 Secrets: 70-61

70. My pajama top and bottoms have to at least somewhat match.
69. If I get ketchup, mustard, or any condiment on my hand, I can't lick it off, I have to wipe it off.
68. I don't like to go in a store if I'm wearing something from there.
67. My first real kiss was at 19.
66. But my kindergarten "boyfriend" did kiss me.
65. And the same "boyfriend" came out our senior year and dropped out of school to model.
64. Sometimes I have to stop and think to myself: 60 minutes in an hour, 100 cents in a dollar.
63. I only shower at night and have never showered in the morning before a work day.
62. The only time I pay my bills is at work.
61. I hate to write in print and when I do the spacing is all wonky.

100 Secrets: 80-71

80. The only way I know how to tie shoelaces is by making two loops.
79. I can only sleep on my stomach.
78. People dressed as mascots, animals, characters, or in any costume where you can't see their head, completely terrify me.
77. Every time I see the word "adolescence," I read it as "a dole sense."
76. I never cursed until I started drinking.
75. When I get angry, I go from zero to apoplectic in 30 seconds or less.
74. I don't/can't sleep with a top sheet.
73. Any honey I buy has to be in a bear bottle.
72. I want to retire in Chapel Hill.
71. It's only been in the last 6 months that I've been able to drink water from the bathroom faucet like it's water from any other faucet. (Which I realize it is.)

100 Secrets: 90-81

90. My favorite place to cry is the shower.
89. Which is also where I do some of my best thinking and have made numerous major life decisions.
88. The sound of people popping their backs, necks, or fingers is like nails on a chalkboard to me.
87. I didn't drink until I was 21.
86. It makes me really uncomfortable to shop at Victoria's Secret when there are men there. I just don't want stranger guys knowing what color my underwear is.
85. I can't whistle. 
84. I was scared of escalators and had trouble getting on and off them until I got to college and had to take one in the dining hall in order to eat.
83. I'm famous in my family for mishearing song lyrics and had two misheard lyrics published in a calendar when I was in high school.
82. One of my wildest dreams is to be Communications Director in the White House. 
81. My mom gave me a pocket-sized cross of her mom's and I kept it in my pocket for every final I took in college. (Except the last one because I forgot it and almost started crying before the final. Though I still got an A.)

I've been working on this post since right after I posted the first 10. It turns out, I might not have as many secrets as I thought. After blogging here for six years I seem to have aired all my dirty laundry and crazy quirks. But I'll keep trying. As much as I compartmentalize there have to be some new things lurking.

100 Secrets: 100-91

Confession: This isn't my first blog. Gasp! I started my first blog my junior year of college using LiveJournal. I blogged fairly consistently for the last two years of college and then in the period between returning from London and moving to D.C. I made all the entries private years ago -- not that 20-23 year old Bonnie posted anything too private or profound -- and haven't thought about it in months.

But recently I came across a document on my computer titled "blogsecrets". Then it started coming back to me and after several failed login attempts, I finally remembered my username and password and logged on to the site. Hello, time warp. Posts about packing for D.C., my last trip to San Antonio, thoughts on graduation, stressing about finals, stressing about homework, and just general stressing. And then there they were, the posts where I decided to reveal "secrets" about myself and my life.

I started the series in January 2005, when I was 21, had never had a drink, never been out of the country, never rushed Franklin Street. The last time I posted secrets was July 2007, post-graduation, post-London, and pre-D.C. I made it from 100-22 and that's it. Looking through them now, the vast majority are no longer true because I could name at least five people who know that particular bit about me. And the rest either no longer apply or just seem silly.

Thus I thought it would be fun to start almost from scratch and reveal 100 new or recycled "secrets" about myself, with the same caveat I used seven years ago:
I don't know if I actually have 100 secrets, but we shall see. And I really shouldn't use the word "secret" because I'm sure some of them plenty of people know about. Disclosures? Personality quirks? Revelations? I'll just stick with secrets for now.

100. I have a strong disgust for candy, gum, and food wrappers after their contents have been discarded.
99. In pre-school I was terrified of a little boy who always threatened to flush me down the toilet.
98. I have about a dozen short stories and novels I’ve never finished.
97. I can’t wink.
96. Up until I was 18 or 19 years old, I used to have nightmares nearly every night.
95. And I'd wake up my little brother in the middle of the night to have him sleep on my floor.
94. I hate the smell, taste, feel, and look of milk.
93. I can’t have posters or pictures on my wall with people in them staring because it feels like they are looking at me.
92. I wish I could dance ballet.
91. And play the piano.