I threw my head back laughing over this and still am.

The question is not if I yell at inanimate objects, it's do I ever STOP ranting at inanimate objects? D*** little f******!!! Lol. Just the other day, BF suggested I might want to step away from the computer because I was having a particularly verbal day with it. Did I heed this advice? No. What would be the point? I'd be right back at it. And yeah, we're not talking mere statements. It gets personal and viscious. They get a serious earful.
Phone doesn't bother me. It's everything else. Hear you on the expense and questionable wisdom of throwing electronics. Came this close to slamming a work radio (2-way) to the ground. It's mine, but still. Would've been sent packing over it. Many are the electronics which hath received my wrath.
And shelves.
And cords.
And doors.
And.
Oh, and my car is possessed.

Older reference, but Roseanne Rosannadanna was right, "It's always something. If it's not one thing it's another..."

I don't generally go in for conspiracy theories, but those inanimate buggers are up to something.