oh god.

LOTS
(I think I have issues expressing myself constructively)
Phones (a few have hit the walls)
Doors (effing forget it, those things are meant for slamming)
Keyboards (pummel the messenger, isn't that the saying?)
TVs (hitting helps, sometimes. although the TV survived)
Dishes (hey, maybe I just don't like housework)
Glasses (refer to the above)
Shoes (sometimes whatever is closest becomes airborne) - although I think the wall suffered more than the shoe did.
Torn up "I'm sorry" cards and thrown flowers from useless and cruel men who didn't really mean it.
Clothes (sometimes there's just "nothing to wear")
<checks self into anger management courses>
edit: although I'm in a much better place now. <twitches> honest!
edit 2: does get me thinking though. I sound so angry - in all seriousness I am incapable of staying angry, my attention span just can't handle it. I get really mad for like a minute and it's over. I could make up some excuse like it's because I'm an only child or something but really, I think I'm just a brat with ADD. It works out in the finish, but not so much for my possessions. Casualties of brief war.