Gunther's Diary
-Mikayla L.
Dear Diary,
My therapist is making me keep a diary now. I don't see why. I'm perfectly happy at my dead end job that lets me see the women I love almost everyday talk to her weird friends and some times walk in with a new boyfriend. I get to serve her coffee and watch her and watch her and watch her….and watch her. I am perfectly happy. I'll just write the dumb diary to get that therapist off my back.
I talked to Rachel today, I love her. She ordered coffee, she's so dreamy. She sat on the couch where her whole gang hangs out. She sat there for one hour and thirty-one minutes talking to Monica, she's so caring. I watched her leave, she walks so beautifully. The rest of the day I stared at the door waiting for her to walk back in, she came back in and sat with Joe, channeler, Monica,and Phoebe. I'm glad that Rachel thief creep Ross wasn't there, he makes me sick. Unfortunately Dr. Divorce arrived shortly after. I can't believe that he and the beloved Rachel had a child. That child bring conflict with in myself she's half Ross but half of the belatedly beautiful Rachel. Luckily I don't have to see her much, but she keeps Rachel farther from me, from us, from what's meant to be. I can be good with kids, they don't always run away.
She left before the rest, she had to finish up some things for work and check on Emma and the baby sitter, she's such a hard worker. I stared at her friends and Dr. Evil I wish I could be them, they get to hang out with Rachel all the time. They talk about her surprise birthday party, I desperately want to go if I show up they probably won't kick me out. Will they? They can't I'm the coffee man at Central Perk, if they kick me out of Rachel's party I can kick them out of Central Perk, that's there favorite hang out. It's the perfect plan. Oh there leaving now. I guess I'll go clean up their mess, Rachel's mess.
I decided to keep Rachel's napkin, if you look close enough you can see her lip gloss. I keep it under the counter I hold it in my hand longing for her to walk back in. I know she won't come in again to day but I wait for her. The customers know I'm longing but yet they still get mad when I mess up their order. They should get over themselves and be happy that I'm serving the delicious coffee I make that should only be served to the sweet, sweet, sweet, sswweeettt Rachel.
I guess that concludes todays entry. I wonder what my therapist will think of me now, I don't really care about what he thinks about me or says though. I always tune him out and think about Rachel in my head when he's talking.
/**AUTHORS NOTE: Ok so I promise I'm not a creep if you think I am after reading this. It's just kind of always how I thought of Gunther. Review? Continue? Ideas? Thanks! Baa-BByyyee for now!**\\