Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favorite word is now your catchphrase.
I am the Unemployed! Or possibly The Poet! Depends on how seriously you take the gig, I suppose. It does not pay well. I am in either my second or eighth regeneration, depending on which phone number you use - let’s go with second - and my most notable item of clothing is either a pair of men’s jeans with a hole in the crotch or some fleece-lined brown boots. For the sake of decorum we’ll go with the latter. My current companion is the lovely Susanne, who likes Totoro and works in PR at a museum, and my catchphrase is “FUCK!”, ensuring that I will never get a series.
I am the Historian! I am the 6th regeneration of the Historian, who wears prissy office dresses! My companion is my former roommate and my favorite word is COFFEE. It is a shit catchphrase.
i am the second regeneration of the student! i wear a sparkly grey trilby, which is not a fedora. my companion is marika because i’m stretching the definition of ‘text’ seeing as i don’t! i say “unilaterally” far too much, at least until i find a different word to be enchanted with.
i am the first regeneration of either the Disabled, or the Bookbinder, the latter of which sounds much more proper honestly. i am probably sighed at a lot by my companion Marcus (a bizarre, bearded young man who enjoys disgusting coffee, singing in a high pitched voice, and shouting at people) for my taste in shoes with rainbows and sea monsters drawn on them. my catchphrase is CUNT, which…
hello hello my love call-me-al writes songs (the lyric-writing of the al usually goes like this: al has won writing, everyone else can go home. it sometimes depresses me). i have just heard this song called Citrus and am dying of wtf and glee over it and instead of writing on nano am sharing it with the tumblr you guys it’s very…choral? and very kafhjakfdsafljsa guh. also there are references to all the things in it. most prominently 1984. as…it was written for a 1984/indelicates crossover fanfiction…that i want to say first and foremost i am not involved in. in any way. ahem.
Those starving children, they ain’t got no mother; There’s pink flamingos living in the mall, I’d give a fortune to your infomercial, If somebody would just take my call…
Hello, patterns in my mind - now moving slow, Sorrow all across the surface roads, Smoothing out the edges of the stone, The lights are out, where’d everybody go? Alone.
Erase yourself and you’ll be free; Mandela destroyed by the sea. All we are is colored sand - so pay to ride the ferris wheel, Smile, all that you can feel, is gratitude for what has been, ‘cause it did not happen…
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I’ve had fibro since I was six years old. I did not have a normal childhood. How can people expect me to have a normal adulthood? And now it has caused me to flunk out of college. Sometimes it is easier to give up hope.