C ameron Diaz and I are in love. She calls me when she is in New York. She escapes them and meets me at a diner. She likes having secrets. If I wanted to.
Sign in. Elizabeth Halsey : Sign my yearbook. Russell Gettis : Hold my ball sack. Russell Gettis : That was a nice thing you did for him. Elizabeth Halsey : He was going through a difficult time.
We're hiking a desert trail complex in southern California, a mere twenty minutes into the hills, just three quarters of a mile out—less than that maybe—when Cameron Diaz declares she wants to stop and rest. She even says she needs to. This is nonsense. She's being nice, mostly as a gesture to my labored breathing, and we both know it. She gives me no choice.