Fuck my birthday

So the day was awesome until I came home. First I find an email from my ex-husband, oh yea always a joy. Then the bitching started. So I left. Called my friend Katy up and hung with her for a bit, got her hooked up with one of my friends. Nice to know someone is gonna get laid. I realized that this is getting pathetic. It doesn't matter how much I try to improve myself, or how hard to try to be nice or good, I get shite upon by the people I live with. It's like trying to please a colic baby. No shutting them up. You give advise, you are trying to start a fight. You do something nice, they expected you to do it anyway. It's my birthday and I am alone. I have half a mind to go sit outside my one friend's door, never knocking so I won't disturb him, but I need out. My cake sits in the icebox. My beer is there too. God this day sux, I can't wait for it to end.