A Milestone in Pants

After a short hiatus, I've returned.
I was struggling for things to write about... I even had a go at the meme the girl did, but after a couple of hours of soul-searching I realised I couldn't come up with three things I was passionate about, let alone eight.
This was quite upsetting and I got rather angry at myself for having no direction and not being committed enough to stick at something long enough to develop a passion for it.
I mean, there's probably 10 things I really enjoy doing and that (I think) I am quite good at. The problem is, I lack the guts to pick one of these and stick at it. My biggest concern being I don't want to pick one thing then realise a year or two down the track I really wanted to be doing one of the other things I enjoy. How can I be sure that whatever I pick is what I actually WANT to do and am passionate about?
Thus my internal conflict raged on.
Long story short (and reinforcing my feelings of lacking in the commitment stakes*), I ditched the meme. I was looking forward to sharing my impeccable musical/cinematic/literary tastes with everyone, however you'll have to wait a little longer before the height of good taste in all things is revealed unto you. Or something...
Feeling frustrated and dejected, I got ready for work this morning.
After a small incident, which is to be described in a moment, I had the sudden realisation that I HAD actually achieved something!
Hooray, today marked a milestone!
The milestone being that until today, never EVER in my 23 and a half years on this earth had I ever had dysfunctional zippers on absolutely every pair of pants I own.
That's right people. I hear your gasps of shock and amazement. I am totally a winner.

Whilst dressing this morning, the zip on my favourite Original Penguin pants decided it hated all the up and down business and the two sides of my fly decided to go their separate days.
Damn.
It was a cold walk to work today. Especially for the boys**.
This travelling caper is for chumps. Funds are limited and I don't want to buy tonnes of clothes only to have to pay more money to ship them back home or alternatively lug them all over Europe.
As such, I currently own 4 pairs of pants: Three pairs of jeans in varying colours (blue/grey) and my original penguins...
I liked the original penguins because not only were they suitably cool, they were also completely intact. Until this morning.
Now my entire collection of pants are kept in check by a sole safety pin, which I have to pull out of one pair and put into another whenever I change pants.
This means any time I'm wearing pants (which is most of the time), they're precariously slung about my hips held up by a tiny silver pin and a fuck-tonne of willpower. And sometimes a belt.
If you see me, standing on the tube, awkwardly grasping at my crotch, I promise I'm not a creep, I'm just being stabbed in the pubis by a dodgy safety pin. I thank you in advance for ignoring me and pretending nothing is happening.
Anyone else had any milestones at late? Also anyone have any advice for fixing pants?



* It's ok babe, I'm not lacking commitment in the relationship department. Don't make me sleep on the couch! Please! I have no pants to keep my legs warm!

** Yes, I'm talking about testicles.