happy, happy, joy...joy

I have found a new favorite cafe; it has all the stuff that makes life good and people walk by and see me sitting there in the middle of the afternoon and I feels rich, rich I tells ya. They don't need to know how much I'm being paid to write the articles I'm writing. It's good to sit quietly with music in me ears, breeze in me hair and up my dress, as I punch out stories and surf zee web and take daydreaming breaks in which I am pulling all sorts of shenanigans - moving to Paris, drinking coconut water in Puerto Rico, Singing Jazz in a park in Mexico, writing in a beautiful little cafe while people walk by wondering how I got it that good.