Anviksha: At this point, you’re having a monologue because I missed everything you just said.

Anviksha: We’re roses in a sunflower field.

Me: Oh wow. Where’s that from?

Anviksha: Me.

Anviksha: I was so angry. But once there was food I was like, oh I love you.

Anviksha: Is there a holiday on March 8th? I think there’s something.

Me: (checks) Daylight Savings.

Anviksha: I can see through fuck boys and their fuckery.

(on sangria)

Anviksha: I told her to make it strong and she filled it with juice. That’s why I have trust issues.

(group cheers)

Anviksha: Happy Wednesday! Oh yuck, I hate we’ve become those people. There’s nothing happy about it.