You're Gonna Hear From Me!

I have now been out here in Hollywood, and what I find most appalling is all the Mexicans here. I mean, if you're going to come to America, at least bathe and learn to use the language. And I can't believe our President would allow these filthy immigrants to continue to live in this country, I mean, they're not even white. I know we're supposed to trust Mr. Bush, but I can hardly tell them apart from terrorists. Oh, well. I know I'm probably wrong to question him, as he is our leader.
My apartment is small, but since my step-daddy can only afford to send me so much a week to live on, it'll have to do until I become a star. Then I'll have a mansion with lots of servants to do things for me, and they'll all be white. I've decided to take a job out here waiting tables, as most of us struggling artists do, maybe I'll make a few contacts, and some extra money to boot! I mean, my step daddy may be rich, but he never seemed to have enough money to fix the lock on the bathroom door back home, as he was always accidentally walking in on me when I was in the shower.
For some one who's been on tv ( I was on American Idol, in a crowd shot of participants at an audition, I was the girl in the upper right hand corner of the screen in the pink sweater ,waving) it's amazing how I can walk down the street and not be recognized. But I guess out here, they're used to seeing famous people, not like in my home town, where I was a celebrity, and my television appearance made the front page of our local newspaper. But someday, I'll be driving down the street in the biggest stretch limo you ever saw, and people will wonder just who that big start is behind the tinted glass!