Something in the universe is telling me something

I was working at the gas station when someone came inside and asked if I was Curt G. Jimenez.
"Are you Curt G. Jimenez?" this person asked. This person was a man in drag. This man, whose stage name might have been Ivanna Foch, did not know how to apply lipstick. I don't either, but I remember as a kid, my sister taught me how to color. She said, "Color within the lines." Ivanna did not have lines. Ivanna did not have boundaries?
"I am Curt," I said.
"I just love your blog," this man in drag said. "I follow it religiously. I read it as soon as I wake up. When there are no new posts, I have a sh***y day. When there is a new post, I dance the best I've ever danced. I strut in my heels like I know what I'm doing. I love you Curt," this man said. "I really, really love you. I love butter too. I love dogs too. I love every single thing, every fiber, thought, movement, everything about your existence."

Then, I woke up. I had to write about this. Something in the universe is telling me something.