Whereas I once was “Abby, the girl who harbored a ridiculous but harmless amount of love for that weird ’80s singer, Annie Lennox,” I was now suddenly “Abby, the girl most parents might want their teenage children to avoid.”
Deadlines make me crazy. They cause me anxiety, sleepless nights, and self-hatred, but they also make me work very hard, and to manage to always, somehow, so far, pull it off.
A friend once showed me his dad’s copy of the Beatles's White Album and said you could find secret messages hidden in the lyrics. I tried to look for the same things in Odelay, but it resisted.