i'm a little neurotic, or maybe just OCD.
i love dressing up.
i love being funny.
i appreciate the little things in life.
my motto in life? "always look fabulous."
so you’re telling me there’s an alien who regenerates into a completely random form, that he cannot control or determine himself, and who understandably could take millions of different appearances, but who all 13 times just turned into a different skinny white guy