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Yesterday evening, a cop came to my apartment because my roommates and I had called the night before about a case of domestic violence/disturbance that occurred in the parking lot of our complex. They dealt with it the night before, but came around for witness statements.

Anyways, three days prior to this, my roommate had caught a scary spider and trapped it in a cup and a piece of paper. She left it outside the apartment because she can’t do the next step and actually throw the spider out. None of us can… we’re an apartment full of arachnophobic girls. So, the cup with the spider remained outside our apartment.

As the officer was finishing up some notes, I caught sight of the spider cup and made a remark to my roommate about it still being there. The officer, curious, turned around and laughed. He said he has a daughter and deals with bugs and whatnot for her all the time and would help us out after he finished getting the details. True to his word, after telling him everything we saw, he picked up the spider cup and the piece of paper and tossed that mofo spider off the walkway and to the ground from the second floor.

Fuck yeah, officers helping deal with domestic violence/abuse cases AND getting rid of spiders!

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Not too fond of the checkered pattern, but I love the art.

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Yesterday was the first good thing to happen to me in my two weeks of shit. Experienced one of the best mosh pits ever where after the band finished their set, everyone in the crowd kept hugging each other. It was ridiculously beautiful. The one downside was the biggest cockblock of my life.

I just asked this amazing and very relatable former punk turned journalist for an on air dj set/interview. Aaahhhhhhh!

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