I first caught the crossword bug in September of last year, when I was working at a dead-end job at an exceedingly crappy boutique in Montreal. Days were so unbearably slow and boring that I developed an obsession with filling out every possible newspaper/magazine crossword I could get my hands on in lieu of pretending to give a care as to whether or not some lame undergrad purchased a slutty lilac rhinestone-encrusted poly/cotton-blend babydoll minidress.

1.2 years later, and I still fill out a minimum of three Simon & Schuster crossword puzzles per day. That being said: if I hadn't have been able to totes kick Some Dude's ass at a Crossword Puzzle Challenge on film, it would be indicative of complete and utter idiocy on my end. Lucky for me, I won! In the vernack of yours truly, "I got tons of words. I pretty much... won this one. I pretty much... kicked your ass. You got one, but it was wrong. I got tons."

It's true. I did get tons.

With no further enjoy, I beg you all to embrace and enjoy: Do You Suck Less than Laura Jane?, Volume 2: Somebody sucks more than Laura Jane at something, anything, crosswords, whatever.