81. I don’t like vegetables.

82. I do like fruit, lots of fruit, but I rarely buy anything but apples. This is because I’m poor. My favorite is pineapple, which tends to be on the expensive side.

83. My favorite kind of apple is Macintosh.

84. I don’t like any type of melon.

85. When I was in high school, I had a huge crush on Barry Bonds. This was before he got all puffy and freakish. My new(er) Pirates crush is Jason Kendall.

86. I hate the Atlanta Braves with the fire of a thousand suns. Their little drum chant sends shivers down my spine.

87. Certain songs, movies, books and even commercials make me cry like a little baby. Anyone remember the USPS commercial during one of the Olympics, where the male gymnast screwed up and his little sister mailed him a crayoned “10”? Yeah. *sniff*

88. I wear glasses. I’ve only had them for about 2 1/2 years. I should have been more diligent about regular eye exams, considering the fact that both my mom and my brother had been wearing them since childhood.

89. I like wearing glasses.

90. Someday, I want a big Victorian house with a wraparound porch and a turret.

91. I am an INFP according to the Myers-Briggs personality profile. I think it’s pretty accurate.

92. When I was 7, I smashed my big toe with a bowling ball.

93. I share my birthday with a Catholic Holy Day, the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

94. I don’t know how to drive a stick shift. My evil HS boyfriend tried to teach me once, and I’ll give you one guess as to how well that went.

95. I like my pizza plain (cheese only, thank you).

96. 1996 is the year I graduated from college.

97. I’m very close with my family. In fact, I’m a tiny bit homesick right now…

98. I love Shakespeare, but I much prefer watching it to reading it. (not that I dislike reading it…)

99. I still like going to the playground and riding the swings.

100. My assertion of being a member of the tone deaf club goes back to my rejection from the middle school show choir. The music teacher was a flaky blonde who used to be a nun, then married the high school art teacher, who turned out to be gay. I never really got over the rejection. 😉

And that’s it, folks. I’m done!