They say life is an array of random meaningless events, but I have to admit, I think that's kind of bullshit. For Instance…
On Friday February the 13th I was denied admission to the University of Minnesota. The first of three schools I would be denied admission from over the course of the next three months. Later than night, I saw the ever amazing Sleater-Kinney slay the Slowdown.
On Friday March 13th, I was faced with the fact that even more things weren't going to turn out like I had planned (vague, I know, but trust me that shit was real).
Today, on Wednesday May 13th I sign the final loan application to buy my first home whose address is 3311.
Maybe it truly is coincidence, but that would be too easy.