Old and Embarrassing
It's a good thing none of you are stalkers.
I just spent the morning cleaning out a ton of old files off of my server* and there was some PURE GOLD in there. But it's all gone now, so don't even try to look for it. Folders and folders of terrible art and poetry. Oh man.
Also. It boggles the mind how much time it must have taken me to meticulously scan, resize, edit, and upload so many hundreds of terrible drawings as a teenager. I have some recollection of doing this, but, um, wow. And of course I totally want to keep all these things, 'cause they take me right back to Angstville, 1999 - they just probably shouldn't be online.
* To make room for new things and because I accidentally maxed out my space and had to bumble through a sketchball command-prompt SSH portal this morning to get it fixed because if I hadn't you wouldn't be seeing this right now. 6 AM I woke up, people. 6 AM.