Wednesday, Jul. 09, 2003 | 2:59 PM

Today I made the easiest 50 dollars I have ever made in my life. (besides that blowjob I gave Mitt Romney behind the State House. Kidding)

I sold my blood. One pint. Ten minutes. 50 bucks. Off to the credit card company it goes.

Whoring out your bodily fluids to keep The Man off your back? Fifty dollars.

Not being awakened in the dead of night by nightmares of poverty? Priceless.

If anybody who lives in the Boston area wants to know how to go about prostituing your flesh, email me. Seriously. I wish I could do this every day. Unfortunately you have to wait two months between blood sales. But hey�that�s a cool 300 extra dollars a year.

So� I�m thinking of giving up my apartment. Don�t get me wrong, I love it very very much and I�m not in any way shape or form sorry that I�ve lived there. Not one bit�proving to myself that I could be completely independent was so important for me, and it�s been a fantastic experience.

But the thing is, it�s so fucking expensive, and I just don�t know if I can do it anymore. I mean I suppose I can�but I have a lot of goals and I want to be able to pay off everything, be square, and move on with my life to pursue what I really love. And of course, this doesn�t just affect me�it affects someone else. Clinging to an apartment simply because it�s fabulous and offers me so much independence in the long run isn�t going to help me. I�ve gotten the learning experience, which is the most important thing. There�s tons of listings for JP on Craigs list and lower Allston for like 500/room. That�s less than half of what I pay. It�s not like I�m planning on being in Boston for more than eight or so months�I�m gonna be a Theatre Gypsy come hell or high water pretty soon.

And who knows? Maybe I might actually like my roommates. At this point it doesn�t matter because I have my own life and own friends, but it would be rad if I got to know some fly new people.

So, here�s what I�m thinking. I don�t HAVE to move. Not technically. So I�m not GOING to move unless something rad presents itself. Groovy people. Phat house. Cheap rent. It would be super easy for me to sublet my place�it�d be snapped up in no time.

It�s something to think about anyway.

God damn the Man. He�s always bringing me down.