I have Coasters waiting to be Anchored

I paint my nails knowing it is going to chip in the most grotesque of ways. I carry three bottles of nail polish: black, white and glitter. As I sat on the toilet I caked on three coats of bright, white.

Here we rest today; my books carpet the floor and three nails remain. Idle hands are the devils playground... therefore my hands are constantly swollen.

Alaska, I feel like I am back at square one. You might say square two as pictured here.

I think I need to work at Sea. Please provide the means. Thank you. I love you.