sulphur makes a damn lousy ice cream flavour
You might think hell has frozen over, but it hasn't; you're actually hallucinating this journal entry. Jack surely didn't write it. All it consists of is three things that would never occur in Jack's journal.
One: Jack never takes those cute, er, annoying little quizzes you often see results from in other people's blogs. Nuh-unh. And even if Jack ever did take one, the results would definitely not be posted here for anyone to titter at. Decidedly not. Therefore you are hallucinating this:

Take the High Yield Killing Method Test Now!!
Further proof that you're hallucinating and Jack is not in fact the Mistress of All Evil? Okay, let's see you take the Killing Method test and get a result from the Disney Villainess test.
Two: Jack doesn't plug other writers' fic here. No recs in the LJ, because inevitably someone gets left out and feels bad. Unfair and all that. So despite its being so funny you'll be able to stop laughing only just in time to burst out laughing again at the next funny bit, Jack is not reccing Hope's Pop Culture. Look on the bright side, though -- you won't be hallucinating how sexy Lex sounds pronouncing the fifteen-syllable names of illicit chemical compounds. That's entirely real.
Three: Jack is absolutely, assuredly not suffering from writer's block. Because really, it's not block if you can get a whole sentence written in five hours or less, right?
Wow, managed to get through this whole entry without saying three impossible things... oh, bugger.
One: Jack never takes those cute, er, annoying little quizzes you often see results from in other people's blogs. Nuh-unh. And even if Jack ever did take one, the results would definitely not be posted here for anyone to titter at. Decidedly not. Therefore you are hallucinating this:

Take the High Yield Killing Method Test Now!!
Further proof that you're hallucinating and Jack is not in fact the Mistress of All Evil? Okay, let's see you take the Killing Method test and get a result from the Disney Villainess test.
Two: Jack doesn't plug other writers' fic here. No recs in the LJ, because inevitably someone gets left out and feels bad. Unfair and all that. So despite its being so funny you'll be able to stop laughing only just in time to burst out laughing again at the next funny bit, Jack is not reccing Hope's Pop Culture. Look on the bright side, though -- you won't be hallucinating how sexy Lex sounds pronouncing the fifteen-syllable names of illicit chemical compounds. That's entirely real.
Three: Jack is absolutely, assuredly not suffering from writer's block. Because really, it's not block if you can get a whole sentence written in five hours or less, right?
Wow, managed to get through this whole entry without saying three impossible things... oh, bugger.
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I wanted Maleficent!
Well, I really wanted Cruella DeVil, 'cause the Mats sing her song, but still... Maleficent!
I heart her.
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And... Cruella? Ew. Kitten-killing by proxy is one thing, but mass murdering puppies for a fur coat? Plus black and white is so 80s.