My dougie never looked so ugly
What’s up y’all? I just made a new blog/tumblog called Getting It Face and it’s devoted to celebrating the faces people make while getting it on the dance floor. Don’t be suprised when you see more faces like this come across your dashboard.
If you wanna submit photos of you or your people or strangers getting it send em to gettingitface@gmail.com
Holla
Tumblr Name: NakaOnWood
Name: Odinaka
Nicknames: OD, Odi,
Birthday: March, 26
Age: 25
Location: Atlanta
Current school/job: Comedian by Night, Environmental Specialist for GA Environmental Protection Division by Day
Sexual orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Random fact about yourself: I agree with everything video blogger, Illdoc1, says in his videos until he says something I don’t agree with. Our concurrence is strong.
Hobbies/Interests: Using the stage to make strangers laugh, telling my story, biking, reading (about Igbo culture, black culture, comedian autobiographies and interviews, social issues, societal ills, power and history), playing with video cameras, searching for truth
Do you smoke/drink: No smoke/Social drinker
Favorite Tumblr blogs? Azspot, Mz Report, Dombrady, Alicewonder, igather (don’t leave!), simplyann, stupidridiculous, kemi, jumplilkid…I truly love all the folks I follow.
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Why Tumblr?: Fell in love with it in 24 hours after seeing alicewonder’s page off FB. Actually tried to convice myself not to join but I loved the short form posts and the way quotes, photos, video, etc were categorized. It was too cool not to try— A year later, I’m writing this. Nakaonwood.com
PLEASE STOP POSTING ALL OF THIS COOL STUFF BACK TO BACK TO BACK TO BACK WITHOUT ANY ROOM FOR MY PUPILS TO BREATHE AND BURDENING ME WITH THE DILEMMA OF TRYING NOT TO REBLOG EVERYTHING.
THANK YOU,
Odinaka
I have a complex about whether or not I should reblog every post I “like” w/ the heart icon. On one hand my mind’s like,
“Post it! Post it! Post it! You liked it, let everyone else see it too!”
And the other side’s like,
“Hey, slow down there buddy, you just posted some other cool stuff you liked a couple hours ago. Why spam your own tumblr?”
Then the first side retaliates,
“Hey buddy, watch your mouth! It’s not spam, I just like alot of things and I don’t mind sharing!” and then both sides start calling each other names like, “Spammer!” and
“Tumblr hermit!” I don’t know which side to choose….it’s a constant battle.
One tumblelog I liked was ‘this isn’t happiness’ just for linking to this, haha
I am really good at procrastinating. Hence why I started a blog on tumblr.com. I’m so good I needed another outlet to release. Whenever I’m writing here best believe there’s something I’m supposed to be doing in real life that I’m failing at or tumbling through if you will. How long has this tumblr thing been around anyway? And why did I just find out about it last week? I wish I coulda been a pioneer of tumblr.com. That woulda been cool to say I played a role in starting tumblr.com- then I’d introduce myself to people like that,
“Hey nice to meet you, have you ever heard of tumblr.com? No. Well I helped start it. Don’t walk away. We’ll do lunch…”
Instead, I’m just a follower of everyone else that’s on here. I still introduce myself as a pioneer of tumblr.com anyway. Then I give people exclusive Odinaka souvenir tumblers to take home so that whenever they have a drink they think of me.
Shout out to Allison, who indirectly got me turned onto this thing. She’s a real cool photographer that I don’t know in real life but have an active facebook wall-to-wall history with, haha. Anyway, her tumblr is nice and after viewing some of her posts I thought I could make my own tumblr magic here. Yeah, I’m delusional sometimes. I wasn’t supposed to say all this. I’m gonna go procrastinate somewhere else…
Ciao
We’ll do lunch…
Love Miss Millie Jackson…she gave it to us straight with no chaser.
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