Happy Bday Me

So today was my bday, lets get the good out of the way. My best friend..well kinda best friend and my bf took me out to lunch. We ate 120 quids worth (we didnt pay that mind) of dim sum and I would have kept going if it wasnt for the fact that service went down hill...I think they got fed up of bringing me Har Kau
Seany made sure that he made a fuss of me, he made sure I knew he loved me and. I hadnt seen Eddie in ages, and it was great to see him too...all in all it was nice just to spend time with them and I really appreciated the fact they re-arranged their day and their work so they could see me.
Oh and the birthday wheat free parsnip and caramel cake was AMAZING
Now onto the not so great side. I decided after lunch to go back and change, I was dripping after walking round London in the heat...so headed back. The flatmates still hadnt told me about the party I knew they were having (incase you hadnt read yesterdays post, flatmates bday is next week, he decided to have his party on the same day as my bday, hasnt told me or invited me) Im confronted by a group of people that I used to think of as friends around the time i was involved with the "club".

Its like a comedy sketch, I walk in, and they turn round with the look of "wtf is he doing here". I say hello to all of them and they ignore me...I have never felt so unwelcome in my own flat. I have no wish to stay around at somones party when im not invited, when the people who are organising it dont want me to be a part of it.

Now i have always had a thing about my personal space. It stems from the times when I had lots of secrets to hold, and my parents would rifle though my bed room. So having them doing that multiple times, and it NEVER lead to anythign good. So this means I HATE having somone in my bedroom when im not there, or when I havent said they can go in. Im also a neat freak, you wouldnt know it but I am..especially with my bedroom. So when I go to change, and I find that EVERYTHING thats in the living room has been shoved in my bedroom, not in a tidy way but just dropped in...including my bday cake that was in the kitchen...I wanted to kill ppl

Small mercy, my exe would have been there, and I looked good...so meh. But now unfortunatly I have no one to spend the rest of the day with, and need to get out of the flat. I wander round town as much as i can, I sit in Canary Wharf park which might just be the most beautiful park I have ever seen...I am so going back there.

But then I have to come back, and I do it just as my ex is leaving (he didnt see me) and again, I have the "why is he here" look...I want to move