Oh… how could I forget, I damaged my friend’s pool cue recently by hitting it (I thought I hit it rather gently) against the table and it somehow bent out of shape. Paid him back, of course.
Ha…! First thing I thought of when I saw the title was my playstation controller. Although I didn’t actually break it, I certainly loosened its screws after throwing it to the floor when playing Time Splitters 2. Poor controllers, they always seem to have player’s frustrations taken out on them. 
dunno how many computer mice I’ve killed, but it’s certainly double if not triple digits
Picture of my ex after we split up - stamped on it in the frame and tore the picture.
Ironically, we get on OK now, and the other day she said “there’s a picture you took of me that I really like, but it’s been damaged - I don’t know how. Is there any chance you could scan it in and fix it up in Photoshop?” !!
Blood vessels in my eyes…damn tear ducts!
As a teenager, I once punched and broke the windshield of my car during an argument with a silly teenage girl. Yes, it was safety glass, so my hand didn’t go through it. It cost me twenty-five bucks to replace, and that was a lot of money way back then.
One time when I was about 10 and my little sis was eight, she made me really mad and I threw her hot pink plastic hairbrush on the ground. It broke, even though I didn’t mean for that to happen. I felt really bad about it; it was her favorite brush. That’s pretty much it. I don’t have much of a temper. (She did, though. She was the E-vil Sister from Hell when we were little.)
In college my roomate decided to annoy me with a big plastic slinky. He continued after I told him to stop, so I snatched it up and broke it into about 10 pieces while staring him down. T’wasn’t a fun night.
I also kicked in the side of a cheapo locking clothes chest. That was while trying, unsuccessfully, to fix the doors on my closet.
Lordy, I used to throw everything. The list is long, and includes:
My keys, at my brother when he kept bugging me to take him to the damn store. He chucked 'em into the back field…to this day I don’t know where they are.
A pair of ruby earrings my boyfriend gave me. I found out he was messing around, and, VERY pissed off, took them off and threw them into the bay.
A glass of wine, into the face of a very determined and obnoxious drunk guy in some bar.
A bottle of perfume, which had a boomerang effect…I had to smell the stuff for weeks afterward because the bottle shattered against the wall. Took forever to get it out of the carpet.
Nowadays, I just throw my weight around.
There’s just one thing that I can remember: two years ago I kicked a hole in the wall of our dining room. I didn’t realize I’d done it until my parents started shouting about its sudden appearance.
I once broke a window by head-butting it in rage.
-A crystal bird of my mom’s that had sentimental value
-A glass coke bottle (filled with coke… in the dining room)
-Several CDs and tapes
-A not very cheap floor lamp
But my temper has gotten better and I haven’t done anything like that in 8 or 9 years.
I don’t lose my temper very often, but when I do, I lose it in a big way.
After I lost my last job, I was trying to do online job searches, but my 'puter was not responding very well to my wireless keyboard. I finally threw it to the floor and stomped on it repeatedly. I had to get by for several months with a ten-dollar replacement keyboard and mouse that kept me tethered to the machine.
Electronic gadgets shouldn’t mess with me when I’m depressed…
A fence (slammed my brother through it), and old-style desk-set type telephone, a mortar and pestle. Just to start.
A fence (slammed my brother through it), and old-style desk-set type telephone (upon discovering boyfriend was unfaithful), a mortar and pestle (don’t know why, but it pissed me off). Just to start.
I fixed the title.
God, lots of things. Crockery, glasses, watches, phones, keyboards, lamps, radios… though I haven’t broken anything for a couple of years now.
The most pathetic time was a few years ago. Hubby and I were bellowing at each other in the kitchen, he flings a bottle of wine which smashes against the wall. The nearest thing to hand was a loaf of bread, so I ripped it apart. Quite sad, but was actually quite satisfying at the time.
Though I regretted it in the morning when I couldn’t have any toast.
Thanks!!!
When I was around 10 (I think), we got a call one day from my grandfather. I answered, took the message, and promptly forgot about it. That night, my father asked me if my grandfather had called. Turns out, my grandmother had had a stroke. I felt so guilty about not remembering the message that I went outside and took one of my soccer trophies (first place one, I believe), and threw it on the driveway. One of its hands broke off. I don’t know if I ever told my parents how it happened - but the trophy, sans hand, stayed in our trophy case.
Susan
Slammed the door when I was a teenager and the window shattered. Didn’t mean to do it though. Still, that’ll teach my parents to force me to cut the grass!
I can’t think of a single time when I’ve deliberately broken something when angry.