my friend, jason and are going to be co-writing a blog about the phoenix suns. we're meeting in a few hours and i was supposed to come up with some name possibilities but i haven't. brian, mr. advertising, was too indifferent to help last night. bastard. on my way to the gym now in hopes that getting my heart rate up will get some names to surface.

i hate naming things. i hate labeling things. like morcheeba says, once a label is on something, it becomes an It. like it's no longer alive. it's like a loss of vision, or some dark impression, or a black spot on your eye.

i promise jason i will write my heart out on it, but i hope he can come up with the name, because i really lack motivation and desire.