The girls learn they will be portraying vampires in a tub of blood in this week‘s photo shoot challenge. Meanwhile, back at their NYC loft, screaming and yelling escalates to an all-time high between two of the girls. (Courtesy of The CW)

This morning, while driving my economical beige sedan, I found myself nodding along to an NPR report about Vladimir Putin, the Russian president who appears quite beige himself, but uses much more vibrant language than ours--he wants to "drag terrorists out of the sewer and into broad daylight," doesn‘t that just paint a picture?--and I didn‘t get bored. Not once. And then I recalled a possible deduction I missed on my taxes this year. "Darn it!"Where was I going with this? (Early on-set dementia?) Oh yes: the time for when I might feel a thrill in my heart and a tug at my loins at the mention of vampires has come and gone. Pop culture moves so fast these days that at the ripe old age of 24, I‘m an old lady who doesn‘t understand things like "Bieber fever," "
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