Percentage of people I met on Craigslist for random sex who turned out to be crazy: ~20%. Most of them were simply fellow lonely souls looking for something convenient.
Percentage of people I met on Craigslist for minor household purchases who turned out to be crazy: ONE HUNDRED FUCKING PERCENT.
Seriously. I thought I'd sell my old futon for twenty-five bucks. So far I've been haggled down to twenty (whatever, I just want to get rid of it), requested to deliver to Boonieville, asked the most minute questions, asked to add accessories, and gone through three emails and two phone calls to confirm that my futon is properly futonly.
JESUS CHRIST. IT IS A BIG RECTANGULAR SOFT THING. IT IS CHEAP. IT DOES NOT SMELL BAD. BUY IT OR DON'T. I AM NOT YOUR PERSONAL FUTON SHOPPING ASSISTANT.
I realize that this has nothing to do with my sex blog really, it just happens every damn time and it drives me insane.