Nobody Wants Your Sh*t: The Art of Decluttering Before You Die (Hardcover)
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Free yourself and your family from the f*cking clutter before you croak!
Inspired by The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning, Nobody Wants Your Sh*t will light a fire under your untidy ass with humor and helpful organizing tips that you’ll actually want to use.
Like a delightfully foul-mouthed best friend, this book dishes out the funny, unpretentious advice you need to hear most. You’ll discover how to deal with your sh*t like there’s no tomorrow, live in the moment without the f*cking mess, and make your life and your eventual death a hell of a lot easier. With this witty guide, you’ll learn how to:
- ditch the d*mn indecision
- get your sh*t together and feel fantastic
- give your busy family a f*cking break
- and more!
Whether you’re getting ready to move in, move on, or just move your ass, Nobody Wants Your Sh*t will help you take control of your f*cking life.
About the Author
Messie Condo is an organizational savant and devoted swearer. When her favorite label-maker broke, she tossed it the f*ck out and never went back. She is also the author of Tidy the F*ck Up. Messi lives in New Jersey, where she writes and organizes sh*t on the regular.
Praise for Nobody Wants Your Sh*t
"An insightful and surprisingly compassionate look at how the excess 'stuff' people accumulate impacts not only their own lives but also the lives of those who will eventually inherit it. Filled with practical—and yes, direct—advice, Nobody Wants Your Sh*t both validates and empowers the reader to move through their anxiety and face their 'stuff' head on."
—Annmarie Brogan and Marie Limpert, co-authors of Beyond Tidy: Declutter Your Mind and Discover the Magic of Organized Living
Praise for Messie Condo's Tidy the F*ck Up
“Practical, salty, unvarnished advice about making your space your happy place—and maybe doing some emotional work on yourself while you’re at it. . . . Messie Condo feels your pain . . . but she’s not going to tolerate your bellyaching.” —Wired