Starting a Blog

Hello...blog. This is going to be fun, I just know it.
It's odd really, I love to write so much, yet I've never had a blog till now. Maybe it's because I was too lazy to get around to making one. Of course, a blog will never compare to writing in a leather bound book. Very few things feel better than picking up a leather bound book, placing it in your lap, thumbing through the pages to where you were last at, and finally starting to write. Especially if they're closed with a little tied string. I have a leather bound book, but it doesn't have the string. I came very close to buying one in a coffee shop once. It was so nice. But, alas, it was too expensive for my falling apart wallet, which is filled with dust and expired coupons. Anyways, if you have never written in a book as such described, I suggest you put that on your 'to do list'.
      Now wouldn't that be a laugh. "Things to do today: Pick up the kids from school, meet Jessie for coffee, do the dishes, feel the sensations of a leather bound book." Personally, I would love to see that list hanging on someone's refrigerator.
     If I were to write down every though I had, (which I won't do, I promise) my story would never end. It would just be a continuous flow of words. Until I die of course, or get lobotomized like poor Mr. Murphy, but they don't practice that anymore. At least not where I'm from...
   This post has no purpose, does it? I mean, I'm not even stating anything particularly interesting or useful. I suppose if something interesting happens, I shall come here to write it down. I would much rather do that then rant about it to some poor friend of mine.
That's the end of my pointless post I suppose. I shall write more later.