While cleaning out what was formally a guest room to make way for an office, Mike found this embarrassing doodle in a sketch book. In early 2010, I started drafting my Halloween costume that I never got around to. Apparently I wanted to be Twitter for Halloween. Not quite a sexy Twitter, but a well-polished one.  Mike handed this sketch to me and I was a mix of embarrassed and shocked that he went through my sketchbook. At least he didn’t find my drawings of — Notes: Twitter logo is old logo. I can’t draw heels. I’m not sure why I thanked @SpoCool for Sangria.  I apparently stabbed myself with a pencil. I referenced my old employer. I can’t draw hands.
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While cleaning out what was formally a guest room to make way for an office, Mike found this embarrassing doodle in a sketch book. In early 2010, I started drafting my Halloween costume that I never got around to.

Apparently I wanted to be Twitter for Halloween. Not quite a sexy Twitter, but a well-polished one. 

Mike handed this sketch to me and I was a mix of embarrassed and shocked that he went through my sketchbook. At least he didn’t find my drawings of —

Notes:

  • Twitter logo is old logo.
  • I can’t draw heels.
  • I’m not sure why I thanked @SpoCool for Sangria. 
  • I apparently stabbed myself with a pencil.
  • I referenced my old employer.
  • I can’t draw hands.

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