Craigslist status: access issues and outage reports

Problems in the last 24 hours

The graph below depicts the number of Craigslist reports received over the last 24 hours by time of day. When the number of reports exceeds the baseline, represented by the red line, an outage is determined.

Most Reported Problems

The following are the most recent problems reported by Craigslist users through our website.

• Errors (50%)
• Website Down (33%)
• Sign in (17%)

Live Outage Map

The most recent Craigslist outage reports came from the following cities:

City	Problem Type	Report Time
Aurora	Sign in	2 months ago
Oklahoma City	Website Down	2 months ago
Columbus	Errors	2 months ago
Juneau	Errors	2 months ago
Juneau	Errors	2 months ago
Allentown	Website Down	3 months ago

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Craigslist Issues Reports

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  Crazy Uncle Kevin (@CrazyUncleK) reported 41 seconds ago

  @JustineBateman I gotta find a car to fix up for fun. No one’s using Craigslist anymore. FB seems to the only place.

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  Michael Girdley (@girdley) reported 3 minutes ago

  NEW LONG FORM VIDEO: Why nobody uses Craigslist anymore Craigslist once generated more than $1 billion a year in revenue with just 28 employees. To put that in perspective, that’s more revenue per employee than even Google at its peak. Its founder turned down billions of dollars in venture capital, refused to run advertising, and chose to serve as head of customer service rather than CEO. For years, that philosophy seemed brilliant. But just six years later, Craigslist had lost more than 70% of its revenue. This is the story of how one man’s unconventional principles and vision built an internet empire and how those same principles may have ultimately contributed to its decline. This is the rise and fall of Craigslist.

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  John Deez (@J_Nitad) reported 11 minutes ago

  @GOP_is_Gutless I have sold many items on Craigslist. Rule #1 I don't deal with blacks. Not worth the trouble or risk.

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  Dhawal Yogesh Bhanushali (@imkin) reported 11 minutes ago

  @shiv_cybersurg This is true but also not entirely. There are people who would buy and take (like me) but cannot "find you". the apps like @OLX are full of store folks. In US this is how craigslist was born. it has its own problems but I have sold and give away so many things over there.

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  TravelPants (@PantsToTravel) reported 13 minutes ago

  @mattressguy_ In college I bought a bed off craigslist, got the mattress down the stairs but the box spring couldn’t make the turn. So I took a hammer and and broke the runners and bent it around the turn and duct taped them back together once in the room

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  thot catalog is totally punk (@thisistotespunk) reported 14 minutes ago

  I once knew a guy who had such a vendetta against Facebook that he made a sockpuppet account with a girl’s name to make Marketplace purchases with a whole story about how he was “picking up stuff for his sister.” He was also anti-Craigslist and had trust issues with everyone.

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  🇺🇸Mr. Davis 🇺🇸 (@MrDavisII) reported 14 minutes ago

  @ScottPresler @LeaderJohnThune Day 3601 since Scott and boys got down at the Virginia Beach RNC office and posted the pictures on Craigslist.

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  Ozzmak (@Ozzmak) reported 15 minutes ago

  The Last Chord His name was Elias Kane, and the music found him at eight years old in the back seat of his mother’s rusted Civic. A crackling AM radio played an old Springsteen song, and something inside his chest cracked open like a new guitar case. From that moment, the world outside the music felt dull and out of fifteen he was busking on subway platforms after school, fingers bleeding on steel strings, collecting enough coins to buy his first real guitar—a battered Yamaha acoustic from a **** shop. He named her “Blue” and slept with her in his bed like a sibling. His mother worked double shifts at the hospital; his father had left years earlier. Elias spent every spare dollar on music: new strings, a cheap tuner, then a second-hand Fender Stratocaster that hummed like heaven when he plugged it into a twenty-dollar amp that buzzed louder than it seventeen he dropped out of high school. “I’m going pro,” he told his mother. She cried, but she still slipped him forty dollars from her tip jar every Friday. He used it the way other kids bought sneakers—on pedals, cables, microphones. He learned how to record on an old laptop held together with duct tape. His bedroom became a cave of tangled wires and empty ramen cups.When he turned twenty, he cashed out the small college fund his grandmother had left him. Twelve thousand dollars. He bought a proper interface, condenser mics, acoustic panels, and a second-hand MacBook. He spent nights teaching himself compression, EQ, reverb—anything that might make his songs sound like they belonged on real speakers. He named his bedroom studio “The Vault.”By twenty-three he had four guitars, a keyboard, a drum machine, and a growing collection of debt. He worked construction by day, hauling rebar under brutal sun, then came home bleeding and blistered to record until sunrise. Every paycheck disappeared into better equipment: a new Taylor acoustic, studio monitors that cost more than his rent, a vintage Neve preamp he found on Craigslist. He poured the last of his savings—$8,400—into a proper recording studio session in a real downtown room with a grand piano and thick glass. The engineer was kind but expensive. Elias tracked ten songs over three feverish days. When he left the studio with the masters on a USB drive, he felt like a king who had just been crowned in secret.Promotion came next. He maxed out three credit cards. Facebook ads, Instagram campaigns, TikTok boosts, playlist pitching services, custom merch he never sold. He played two hundred and seventeen shows in two years—coffee shops, dive bars, house parties, even a few opening slots for bigger acts. He slept in his van so often the passenger seat smelled like him and cheap fast food. His mother begged him to come home. He smiled on stage and told crowds, “This is everything.”At twenty-seven, Elias had nothing left but the music and the debt. His mother had passed the year before; the hospital bills had taken the last family money. He sat alone in The Vault—now a storage unit he paid for monthly—surrounded by instruments he could no longer afford to keep insured. The walls were covered in posters of sold-out arenas he would never play.On a rainy Thursday night, he uploaded his best song—“Paper Hearts”—everywhere. Spotify, Apple, Bandcamp, YouTube, TikTok. He set the price at ninety-nine cents on the platforms that allowed it. Then he waited.The first week: 312 streams. Mostly from friends and family. The second week: 87 more. The third: No playlist placements. No viral moment. No sync licensing. No mysterious benefactor. Just silence and the low hum of the city outside.On the last day of the month, desperate and hollow, Elias did something he swore he would never do. He posted on every forum, every musician group, every social account he had:“Will sell my entire catalog—every song I’ve ever written—for one dollar. One single dollar. Just so someone hears it.”He waited twenty-four hours. Zero buyers.He lowered it to free. Still nothing. That night Elias sat on the floor of the storage unit with Blue across his lap, the same guitar he’d bought at fifteen. The strings were old and dead. He didn’t even bother tuning her. He just held her and cried like the eight-year-old boy who had first heard music on a car radio. All the money, all the years, all the blood on the strings, and he couldn’t sell one song for one dollar. The music had taken everything. And still, quietly, under his breath, Elias hummed the chorus of “Paper Hearts” into the dark—because even now, broke and broken, he couldn’t stop. The song refused to leave him, even if the world refused to hear it.

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  Piyo || Comms Open (@popcorndoesnot1) reported 16 minutes ago

  @ailibackwards Also, at least for kgrp servers, there’s a what is basically Craigslist server that advertises all of them and new ones

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  jjjericho16 (@jjjericho16) reported 20 minutes ago

  @malovvave I'll give them a pass on this one just because if you've ever sold a vehicle on Craigslist or FB Marketplace it's like wading into a conglomeration of short bus graduates. So I'll pretend he's waiting for someone not crazy and then will walk down to a reasonable price.

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  Mary (@supergreak) reported 25 minutes ago

  @Abomination81 That's darling that you think normal people are spending 42000 on a car. If I had 42K it's a down payment on a 🏠. I don't care if my car is a "depreciating asset", I've had it for 5 years and paid $7500 cash to some dude off Craigslist. Gambling w/debt is for suckers.

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  Richyrich2.0 (@RichyrichX20) reported 33 minutes ago

  @SreneIntimidate I was gonna go home down the street after like an hour but baaaaaby. I was LOCKED tf in. These ****** had a whole *** Craigslist post orchestrating the hookups. A bunch of married men 😭

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  Michael (@Holden_Rye_) reported 34 minutes ago

  @OfficialVivek01 Here’s a cleaned-up version with your voice intact, but tighter and more defensible: I just read the rest. You are correct: BTC is widely traded now. But I grew up with it before this version existed. We used to trade Bitcoin through Craigslist, meet miners in parks, parking lots, wherever both sides agreed, and do the exchange like that. I quit trading in 2023. From 2008 to 2023, I never once heard of Michael Saylor being some master guru or “King of Bitcoin.” I barely heard his name at all in the circles I came from. Then last week I started paying attention. And once I did, patterns started firing off. Some of those patterns connected back to odd BTC behavior from around 2022–2023. I have rapid pattern recognition and a nonlinear mind. Some of that comes from early trauma. Some of it comes from combat trauma. When a pattern keeps hitting me, it does not leave me alone until I look at it. That is also why I was a scalp trader. Early crypto traders like me helped map the cycles everyone trades now. We watched this market grow from nothing. So I understand BTC very well. I can even build a blockchain. What I saw last week was odd. Brokers, TV financial analysts, and even BlackRock’s CEO are now openly talking about Bitcoin cycles like they discovered them. That is insane to me. Brokers used to get fired for even mentioning Bitcoin. They used to call us criminals for owning it. Now they act like they found it first. We have known for a long time that the $16k–$18k zone is a major protected structure layer. When BTC dominance drops hard toward the 40% area and the market breaks down, that lower BTC layer becomes the level everyone watches. That is where you fill bags. So when Saylor sold BTC around that zone and people called it tax strategy, fine. Maybe it was. But that also means he understood exactly where he was selling. That was not some random level. That was the deep structure layer. So now the question becomes fair: Was it just tax-loss harvesting? Or did he, and possibly others, understand the protected layer better than retail realized? Because if someone knows where the deepest liquidity sits, knows where retail gets liquidated, and has enough influence to move sentiment, then every “strategy” becomes a signal. Then a year later, we see another unusual dominance cycle while ETFs are being approved. That does not feel like normal old-cycle behavior. Maybe I am wrong. But if you knew ETFs were coming, and you wanted clients, friends, institutions, and treasury players positioned near the deepest BTC layer before the Wall Street wrapper arrived, that would be a very convenient time for it. Then BTC gets wrapped into the stock market through ETFs, treasury companies, preferred shares, leverage, and institutional products. At that point Bitcoin may still be decentralized at the protocol layer, but the market layer becomes a farm. That is what I am watching. What moved before the wick Whale manipulation was never some secret to the old BTC traders. We all knew it was happening. We just learned the game, mapped the traps, and traded around the predators instead of pretending Bitcoin was some clean little free market.

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  Larry M Jr (@LarryMJr51501) reported 34 minutes ago

  The alternative is to find an obscured listing on Craigslist or Facebook or drive down industrial roads looking for handmade rental signs. I'm not trying to play 6D chess just to replace the assets I already have.

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  brunson burner (@Tallox_25) reported 35 minutes ago

  I've made a considerable amount of money on craigslist idk what I'd ever do if craigslist went down. Might be the most legit and useful site of its kind.

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  CAPT Shuyan Huang MD (@CptHuang) reported 37 minutes ago

  Caution with this #goatmilk lady - i ain't offering the #refundpolicy when y'all get into trouble. 1) false pretenses 2) the cyberstalking via craiglist 3) told me that she wanted me to sign some papers; the next day, it was probably a DEA staff. [?White male in blue SUV or something?]

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  RationalAnarchist (@marcalodunerro) reported 39 minutes ago

  @deplorable2025 @EBTtok I agree with you mostly but i also want to mock you because your name is Craig. For the life of me though I can't remember a Craig that has given me an issue. Maybe Craigslist has something to do with it. 🤔

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  LEYTON EVANS (@Leytonio71) reported 40 minutes ago

  @adamcarolla Go on Seattle Craigslist right now. Rooms to rent all over the Seattle area for $500-1000 a month. Rents not the ******* problem!

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  John Mac (@JohnMcCart87216) reported 45 minutes ago

  @StefanMolyneux My car was broken into, my wallet and music gear was stolen, and listed on craigslist and the seller included his address (across the street from me), and I had two gas station videos of him using my credit card --- the cops said THEY WILL NOT FOLLOW UP.

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  Vijay Peduru (@VijayPeduru) reported 45 minutes ago

  Most people wait for a genius business idea before they start. So they wait forever. In 1995, Craig Newmark was 42 and new to San Francisco. He'd just been laid off. People online had helped him figure out the city. Where to go. What was worth seeing. He wanted to give a little back. So he built the smallest thing he could. An email of cool arts and tech events that week. He sent it to 12 friends. That was it. Stuff he already loved, sent to people who already trusted him. His friends forwarded it. More people asked to be added. The list broke his email software at 240 people. Then someone asked, "can you post a job?" Then, "can you post an apartment?" He kept saying yes. Today Craigslist gets 50 million visitors a month. Forbes values Craigslist at $3 billion. He runs it with about 40 people. You already know a thing you wish existed. A tool. A guide. A simple answer nobody has written down. And you already know a handful of people who'd trust you to make it. Build what you wish already existed. Then hand it to the customers who already trust you.

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  Pete Mogck (@peteyboardman) reported 45 minutes ago

  Our first warehouse was a sublease in the Longfellow neighborhood of South Minneapolis. A glorified garage, really. We shared it with other businesses and made every square foot count. Selling on Craigslist was still a thing. We popped up in malls around Christmas and ran Groupon offers to find customers wherever we could. Once we made a little money, we immediately bought an old Volkswagen truck. It broke down every time we drove it and took up valuable warehouse space. 💀 But it was “cool” Looking back, the first six years were about figuring out how to run a business. The last six have been about building one that can sustain itself. There was no clean transition between the two. No moment where we suddenly knew what we were doing. We just slowly got better at making decisions, hiring people, managing money, and admitting when something wasn’t working. A lot of the things that helped us survive early on, eventually held us back. Doing everything ourselves. Saying yes to every opportunity. Hiring only people we already knew. Making decisions based on instinct instead of numbers. Those things weren’t necessarily wrong at the time. They were just part of the stage we were in. Every version of the business requires a slightly different version of us. I’m glad we didn’t wait until we were ready. We never would have started.

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  JezebellePNW (@JezebellePNW) reported 48 minutes ago

  Congress isn’t broken—it’s straight-up for sale on Craigslist with “senior discount” pricing. Time for a full forensic audit on every member in Congress. Left, right, or fossil—doesn’t matter. You’ve been squatting in DC for 20+ years, blocking voter ID and common sense while Big Pharma, defense bros, and tech overlords wire you suitcases of cash? We need to know exactly who’s buying these dinosaurs before they auction off the Republic for lobbyist cookies and a golden parachute. Spill the donor receipts, Congress “principles” are expired.

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  THE MINUTEMAN FILES: (@Wefactcheckedit) reported 49 minutes ago

  Sometime life has to leave so new life of a needy life can live today was one of those day a few days ago my dog died from renal kidney failure he was about 8 years old i ws devasted by this because he was the last son of my first doggo argentino however my dog was mixed with a rare extra large bully creating our own breed chewy was one of these first bloodline dogs last year i lost my doggo argintino due to old age he was 12.5 years old a absolute one of a kind dog he was my protector and best friend we went everywhere together he meant more to me than any human alive i knew and when he died i was just lost alone mortified with no hope of ever getting another dog like him in this lifetime he was the smartest dog i ever knew his son chewy was a close second in one year i lost both dogs with no hope of breeding a new friend, we it seems someone or thing was listening to my cries of pain and open the door today to the dog gods and deliver another Jake to me today one of the most beautiful doggo argintinos ive ever had the privilege to ever even have the opportunity to own i found a man a despretly broken man with a child living alone who just went thru a divorse i could tell instantly this man was broken by this lone with a 5 year old child and a massive dog he could no longer take care of because all his time was work and taking care of his child so the dog was neglected for the last 7 month and basically living alone all day in a back yard i found this man on craigslist wanting to rehome the dog when i saw the photo i was absolutely blown away by what i was seeing this man was wanting to re home a purebred worth thousand of dollars un nuder ed what shocked me the most is he was a identical twinn to my former dog Jae who died it was like looking at a ghost come to life in the real world so i instantly wanted this dog i knew i would have too cough up a small fortune my guess around 5 grand or more i knew what this man had without ever asking about the dog and i knew i would most likely have to cough up some serious cash for this doggo to my shock he said all i want is for my baby boy to find a home where someone will actually take care of him without mass breeding or abuse in anyway he is a very good boy very friendly a lover not a chewer he said he turn down man who showed up today about 8am with 2 thousand dollars he knew this guy was trouble a ******* from craigslist my offer was a promised handshake and a 100 dollars for his sons schooling needs and the promise of a great home with our other dogs chicken rabbit and the wild life that surround us i did not here back from him for 3 days after i made the offer i naturally suspected he thought i was just some kind of lunitic online and was being ignored i never dreamed he would call us and ask us to take his dog kane home we he did exactly that this morning and by noon we were on our way back home with Kane doogo argintino purebred i was overjoy the dog instantly bonded to me with jumping tail wagging and a whole bunch of licks and kissing he wanted to go with us he jumped right in the care the owner was nearly in tears so i got back out of the car again and reassured him his dog will always have a home he and his child could visit anytime he wanted and shook his hand and thanked him again and simply told him it was meant to be that god sent me to make sure his dog was ok because mine had died so his could have a life again that man was so grateful i nearly cried myself it is so amazing how these two tragedies clashed in time and reality and formed a new life bond out of thin air its as if we were absolutely meant to meet each other to save each other from there personal losses his wife and now his dog and my two dogs below are the three dogs Big jake his son chewy the brown and white dog and our new Jake his name is Kane jakes twin i guess, i truly believe these days something dies on earth to make room for the new new life about to enter our life cbraie 2026

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  Abandon Comfort (@abandoncomfortx) reported 49 minutes ago

  When I saw this log cabin for sale on Craigslist 5 years ago I thought it was a scam. I talked to the 80-year old owner on the phone & still thought it couldn’t be real. She sounded just like an old white lady. I was so impressed how elaborate this hoax was. Pulling down the long driveway, I still didn’t know if it would be real then there it was. Perfectly placed on the hill like something out of a fairytale. Everyone else interested in buying the property were going to tear it down. It couldn’t be saved they said. It took me the better part of 2 years but I saved it and in turn, it saved me. It made me a believer again.

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  Hargrave_show (@HargraveShow) reported 50 minutes ago

  Comic con *******!! Im gonna tell anna to stop sending people off craigslist to liams house! (This is a joke dont shut my twitter down lol)

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  Sam Gorman (@gormankind) reported 51 minutes ago

  @keshavchan craigslist might be the ultimate example of this also interested in putting together a list of products that understood what made them special and doubled down on that rather than diluting

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  𐡀 (@Xyleniqq) reported 51 minutes ago

  There's a deli two blocks from my office. I've been going there for 12 years. I order the same thing every time. Turkey, provolone, lettuce, tomato, mustard, on rye. Today, the guy behind the counter looked at me. Guy: Can I ask you something? Me: Sure. Guy: Why do you always order this sandwich? Me: Because I like it. Guy: You're the only person who's ever ordered it. Me: What? Guy: In 30 years. You're the only one. Me: How is that possible? Guy: I don't know. But we keep rye bread in stock just for you. Me: Just for me? Guy: Yeah. I didn't know what to say. Me: I can order something else. Guy: No. Don't. We like the consistency. Now I feel obligated to order it forever. --- ## 9. A guy on Craigslist paid me $40 to attend his improv show and heckle him. It went horribly wrong. I needed $40. I saw an ad on Craigslist. "Need someone to heckle me during my improv show. $40. Must be loud." I responded. The guy, Tyler, called me. Tyler: You comfortable yelling in public? Me: Sure. Tyler: Great. Just show up. Sit in the back. When I point at you, yell something mean. Me: Like what? Tyler: Doesn't matter. Just be loud. I showed up. Small theater. Maybe 30 people. Tyler's improv group performed. Fifteen minutes in, Tyler pointed at me. I yelled: You suck! The audience laughed. Tyler: Oh yeah? You think you can do better? Me: Yeah! Tyler: Come up here then! I didn't expect that. Tyler: Come on! Let's see what you got! The audience started chanting. I walked on stage. Tyler handed me a prop. Tyler: You're a detective. I'm a criminal. Go. I froze. I had no idea what to do. Tyler: Come on, detective. Interrogate me. Me: Uh. Where were you on the night of... the thing? The audience laughed. Tyler: What thing? Me: The... crime thing. I was bombing. But people were laughing. Tyler: You're terrible at this! Me: I know! I stayed on stage for ten minutes. At the end, Tyler handed me $60. Tyler: You were hilarious. Me: I thought I was supposed to heckle you. Tyler: You were better as a participant. He asked me to come back next week. I said no. But I'm thinking about it.

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  Less1984More1776 (@TheUSneedsus) reported 57 minutes ago

  @MilderAnn @MrAndyNgo It won't. But they've been trying for years. PETA and Craigslist are funding the petitioner. What i think will happen, it will get people talking. And in the next few years it will be dumbed down to something like only 1k hunting/fishing licenses. And you must jump through hoops.

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  ᯓʟᴇᴠɪ★ (@animal2you) reported 58 minutes ago

  is there a diy alternative for this problem? can i order a surgeon from craigslist? can i order the scalpel from the grey web?

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  Blister (@Blisterdose) reported 59 minutes ago

  @AlfTheAlpha67 Bro **** hewey I hope down the lake gets a horrible DDOS and his entire credentials are up for sale in a ****** Craigslist but for data brokers websites resulting in him losing everything from identity fraud