Kitty’s dad advises her to stop giving a fuck about the boy in question, so she seeks counsel from her mother and assumes she will be given multiple blink-182 lyrics in response, since that’s how Kitty’s mother often attempts to handle boy problems.

Kitty compares herself to a psychotic 11-year-old due to the inexcusable amount of time she spent trying to find the cute Asian on Facebook (and eventually succeeded)

“Hit” as in sex, except Bing Crosby was an old crooner who beat the shit out of his kids. So there’s that.

Kitty finds this particular boy so attractive that she would drink his dirty body-soakings just to taste the traces of sweat.

Kitty is attempting to write a song to appease her black friend who has been begging her to, but she can’t because she’s distracted by her affection for a certain hypebeast Asian she ran into at her school.