Messing with Kate.

Original post: March 9, 2008

Have I mentioned lately how much I enjoy creeping Kate out? This is the conversation we had earlier, via text message:

Kate: You working?
Me: Yeah, why do you ask?
Kate: I thought I heard movement downstairs or on the stairs. Probably the neighbors. Don't put any scary thoughts in my head - I'm here alone.

Shouldn't she know not to lead me on like that?

Me: I'll refrain, then. Good luck!
Kate: Good luck...?
Me: ...?
Kate: ?
Me: Good luck!
Kate: What? Why do I need luck?
Me: You'll find out.
Kate: Fuck you.
Me: Haha. J/K You'll be fine if you don't make any sudden movements.
Kate: Again, fuck you. I'm leaving this house.
Me: It's fine. Don't be so paranoid. Nothing happens in the middle of the day, anyway.
Kate: Too late. I'm already at the 7-11.
Me: Fine.

The end.