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.
The (double-oh-)seventh regeneration of the Time Lord known as 'The Redundant Web Developer' steps out of the TARDIS clad in her scooter pyjamas. She turns to her long-suffering companion, le_loup_peint. "Actually..." she says.