May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor

The last three conversations mom and I have had about Arrow have involved a pause to wonder at the fact that Shado didn't hook up with Slade. "Maybe Oliver has some some weird gravitational pull that makes women who should know better want him and now that Shado's not in his storyline, she'd come to her senses," I suggest.

Also, (and this is the part that's more relevant to my flist), my mom and I have officially placed bets on the romantic end of Arrow, loser has to buy the winner movie tickets. I bet that Oliver is going to end up with Laurel at the end of the series, mom bet that he'd end up with Felicity (foolish girl). I'd gladly be wrong, but I'm pretty sure I'm not.

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It's Saturday night, I'm folding laundry, trying to convince myself to write my batfam fic, and basically just in general killing time until it's late enough that I can go to bed without waking up at 3 a.m. tomorrow morning.